Crazy involution in male-oriented novels, my senior brother has set his sights on me

At this moment, the eldest son Qing no longer had his usual nonchalant look and he responded seriously and seriously.

"No matter what, I will do my best to investigate this matter."

Lin Jinxing nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but didn't know how to start.

Seeing that Lin Jinxing was hesitant to speak, Zhang Ziqing said, "Just say whatever you want to say. There are only two of us here."

After hearing what his master said, Lin Jinxing stopped struggling and said, "Master, do you think it could be the Tianji Pavilion?"

Zhang Ziqing frowned and said, "It's not that I didn't have doubts before. Apart from other things, I had doubts after you were in danger in Xumi Realm before. But the results I found showed that it had nothing to do with Tianji Pavilion.

Although Tianji Pavilion has engaged in some inappropriate behaviors since its rise.

But overall, we have to admit that they are indeed making the cultivation world better. Whether it is the contribution made after the invasion of the demons nearly ten thousand years ago, or the prophecies made over the years, they have helped Daoyuan Continent avoid many disasters.

But since you have some doubts, I will try my best to investigate in this direction."

Although Chang Ziqing said this, he actually still felt that the possibility was very small.

Although he couldn't stand the Tianji Pavilion and the hypocrite Nangong Yejin, Nangong Yejin was the spokesperson of Heaven after all.

But Lin Jinxing's guess is not completely unreasonable.

Tianji Pavilion's continuous power grabbing in recent years has made everyone feel uncomfortable.

Some of the behavior can even be considered despicable.

Zhang Ziqing thought of the prophecy given by Tianji Pavilion when he was in Xumi Realm. Although Luo Zheng admitted that he had miscalculated the prophecy, Zhang Ziqing still doubted his intentions.

Hearing the master's response, Lin Jinxing bowed respectfully and said solemnly: "Thank you, Master."

The eldest son Qing pulled Lin Jinxing up, patted his shoulder soothingly and said, "Your uncle and I were close friends, and he died because of me. I feel guilty for not being able to protect the Lin family, and now this is all I can do."

Lin Jinxing knew that his uncle's death and the destruction of the Lin family had always been a thorn in his master's heart.

No matter how relaxed and nonchalant the master usually pretends to be, he still cannot hide the self-blame and pain in his heart.

Over the years, he has been accompanying me to continue searching for clues. Even if all the clues point to the demons, as long as I have doubts, my master will always continue to accompany me to investigate.

"It has nothing to do with Master. You can't stay at the Lin family forever. They have planned it long ago, but it's hard to guard against it."

Chang Ziqing did not answer Lin Jinxing's words. Instead, he looked at the figure practicing sword under the crabapple tree and said.

"Your junior brother really looks like your uncle."

These words are mixed with the deepest thoughts and regrets hidden in Chang Ziqing's heart.

Zhang Ziqing felt as if he saw again the figure of that man dancing with sword in the crabapple forest when he was young.

The white dress is more beautiful than the bright moon, and the sword light is floating, free and easy.

The petals of the red begonia fluttered.

The ultimate white meets the gorgeous red, constantly overlapping and separating.

These two extreme colors blend together, and the contradictory colors form a beautiful picture.

The beauties in the world are just like this.

As the man danced, the dark embroidery on the white clothes glowed brightly, and the word "Lin" could be vaguely seen on it.

As if he saw someone coming, he stopped.

There was no trace of the previous fierceness, and her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, as white as jade and orchid. The light in her eyes was as bright as stars.

"Ah Qing, how was my sword dance today?"

"Ah Qing, I have understood the meaning of the sword!"

"Of course the sword is important, and so is training, but none of these are half as important as A-Qing."

"If I were gone, I would be worried about Qing being so naive and easy to deceive."

"In the future without me, Ah Qing, you must take good care of yourself and don't let yourself be deceived again."

……

Seeing the sadness in Chang Ziqing's eyes, Lin Jinxing did not answer, because he knew that his master did not need his answer.

He had never met this uncle who was described as extremely talented by both the elders in the clan and his master.

But we can piece together from what everyone says what a genius this uncle was back then.

But Lin Jinxing did not agree with his master's words.

In his eyes, his uncle is his uncle and his junior fellow apprentice is his junior fellow apprentice. They are two completely independent and different people. How can they be alike?

"boom!"

A loud noise interrupted their thoughts.

The two looked at the direction where the sound came from at the same time. Dust filled the air around the center of the sound. Lin Hao stood in the middle of it, as if he was under a spell, and was stunned and motionless.

They looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

When I got closer, I saw that Lin Hao was still swinging the sword, but the sword in his hand was gone.

In the center of the dust, a huge hole was smashed into the wall. Not only this wall, but also the other wall opposite it was also severely damaged, forming two corresponding holes.

The corners of Chang Ziqing's mouth twitched, and the last trace of sadness in his heart also dissipated along with the hole in the wall.

"Are you demolishing the house?"

Looking at the room inside the wall that was originally simple and tidy, now in ruins, the eldest son Qing teased, "Is it your senior brother's room that was demolished?"

Then he looked behind the wall that was pierced, and saw that the bright and warm room was also in a mess.

Zhang Ziqing pretended to be shocked and widened his eyes and said, "You didn't even spare your own room?"

When he saw the two of them, Lin Hao came back to his senses from being frozen in place.

At this moment, even though he could tell that his master was mostly teasing, he still couldn't help but feel guilty.

At this time, Lin Hao's eyes were wandering. He retracted his right hand, which was still holding the sword, and rubbed the corner of his clothes nervously with his thumb and index finger.

Listening to the master's questions, Lin Hao, like a child who had done something wrong, gradually lowered his voice, and occasionally stole a glance at his senior brother with uneasiness in his eyes.

Looking at Lin Hao's cute and pitiful appearance, Lin Jinxing really wanted to rub his head, and he did so.

He stroked the top of Lin Hao's head and said, "It's nothing. I'll find someone to repair the house tomorrow."

Lin Jinxing's voice was cold and plain, but it brought great comfort to Lin Hao.

Feeling Lin Hao's body gradually relaxing, Lin Jinxing reluctantly took away his hand that was on Lin Hao's head.

At the same time, Lin Jinxing did not forget to look at Chang Ziqing with a warning look, as if reminding the other party not to tease him too much.

Zhang Ziqing: "..."

Those who know him think he is your junior fellow apprentice, while those who don’t know him would think he is your son.

No, I don’t need to protect my son like this!

Where is the senior disciple who used to respect his teacher?

If Chang Ziqing really couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't bother about it.

He looked at the scene and at Lin Hao, who was clearly practicing swordplay but had no sword in his hand. What else was there that he didn't understand?